The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Johannes Pretorius sat in the same interrogation room in the stockade at Fort Ernesto where Contessa Helena de San Finzione interviewed Baker’s Half-Dozen. This time, her friends were not watching from the other side of the one-way mirror to make certain she didn’t go too far with him. His Armani suit had been taken when he was deloused, and he was now in an orange jumpsuit and chains.

“That’s a good look for you, Johan.” Helen sat across the table and told him in Afrikaans. “Or is it Johannes? A guy like you probably insists on the full formal version. Ok, Johannes it is.”

“I demand my lawyers!” The diamond mogul insisted, pulling on the prisoners’ outfit he’d been forced into and getting up out of his chair. “I will OWN this country for this outrage!”

“SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND SHUT UP!” Helen commanded him. He instantly obeyed. “Someone’s told me how I tend to be threatening, but I’m feeling pretty fucking threatening toward you, Johannes. You were caught buying a stolen diamond in my country. Ok, it was a fake one, but you didn’t know. The theft of that diamond interfered with a treaty between San Finzione and Uongo, so, that means I can charge you with Espionage. And if I tell those lawyers of yours that your plane departed San Finzione headed home and we don’t know what happened after you left our radar, all the airport’s records will back me up. You’re in orange and chains because you’re a common crook, so I decided to dress you for the part.”

Pretorius opened his mouth and found himself unable to bluster. He tried to get back up to assert control but couldn’t do it. Helen blew a stream of smoke into his open mouth.

“Aww,” Helen awed. “Can the little rich boy not stand up and shout in my face? You’re just ACHING to ask if I know who you are, aren’t you? I do know who you are, by the way. Had to google it, but I do. Your diamond-studded gold toilet is… well, really fucking stupid. The only thing impressive about you is your connections in the diamond industry. Major shareholder in several companies, someone who could and would get hold of Uongo’s geological survey early enough to start moving on it before it goes public. Someone who probably has enough informants in Uongo’s government to learn that the Star was going to be given to me; and to find out its travel plans. And someone with enough criminal connections to know the woman who could pull that job in the short window available.”

Helen put out her cigarette and lit another.

“You know, I usually enjoy a little back and forth with the people in the position you’re in, but I know everything I need to about you, Johannes. I know guys like you are the reason the dildo was one of humanity’s first inventions. ‘Let’s see, fuck YOU or this oddly shaped rock that looks like it can get the job done…’ I know you’ve probably got some ‘I love diamonds’ rant you’re just dying to deliver. Maybe even one of those ‘son, let me tell you how the world works’ speeches that just holds a sign up to the audience saying that this is the bad guy talking. I also know you’re one of those shouty types that likes to do all the talking because you think getting in people’s faces makes you the man in charge, so I’ll deprive you of that and skip straight to your punishment.”

Helen brought out her tablet and looked at a video on it.

“Did you know there was a camera in Tracy’s purse?” She asked him. “Don’t answer, you can’t, anyway. But yeah, Alice put that in there. She is damn clever. Your fuel delivery was late because she came up with the brilliant plan to delay it: just have Morris steal the damn fuel truck. I think I know what I’m going to do with those guys now. My main point, though, is that we have video of you receiving what you thought was the Star of Uongo and sending payment for it. Oh, I know it was more than you expected, and you’ve made some sizable charitable donations with the rest of the money in that account, but it’s not going to save you from this. And you had a gun to your head, but I own a film studio; we can edit that part out. The judge would totally buy that story. Especially since, ya know, I’d be the judge. But it’s proof of your crime. Proof we could show the media. And once word got out to your criminal contacts and your pals in the industry that you paid millions more for a fake Star of Uongo than the real thing’s worth? They’d be too busy laughing at you to ever help with a little project like this again. So yes, destroying your life and reputation are options available to me. So is taking out my Ruger and putting one between your eyes right now.”

She let that sit in the air and sent out a stream of smoke. Helen returned the tablet to her purse and fumbled for a second as if she might be looking for her gun in there before turning back to him.

“But you’re lucky in one respect, Johannes. Tomorrow’s my birthday and I told someone I’d try not to kill anybody for it. So, I’m going to put you to better use than being another object lesson in Why You Don’t Fuck With La Contessa. I mean, you’re definitely poorer after this, but I suspect you have more bank accounts than the one that just got emptied. You’ll recover.”

Helen stood up and slowly began to pace. A predator sizing up her prey.

“My economist raised a valid point this morning. Sooner or later, the Uongoian government will have to deal with the diamond companies. And when they do, you’re going to be their fairy fucking godmother. See, someone inspired me last night to do to you what I usually do to the people I bring into this room. You’re getting a mental makeover, Johannes. I think you’ll be going by Johan afterwards; less pretentious. But yes, you’re getting a whole new set of loyalties and priorities. I’ll give you back your clothes and let you board your plane and fly out of San Finzione. But you’re going to do it a changed man with a burning desire to help the Uongoian people any way you can. You’ll sell that gold toilet and build some orphanages with it. You’ll also tell me who buys it, because it’ll probably be another dick like you and I suspect I’ll want to have some fun with that one as well. You’re going to make sure Uongo gets the best possible deals with your partners. And you’ll also feed me back any information I can use. You wanted to play at being a criminal, Johan. How does being my spy in the diamond business sound? Doesn’t matter, you’re doing it.”

He gave her a look that said that it didn’t sound good at all. Helen turned her chair around and sat down, leaning against the back. She took out her phone and brought up a song. “Glory to San Finzione” began playing from it.

“Now.” She told Johan, looking deeply into his eyes. “Let’s make a new man out of you.”

Camera crews returned to Castle Finzione that morning to cover the signing of the treaty in the Rose Garden. Helen stood by Lady Maria Louisa Francesca de San Finzione, pushing the stroller carrying Lords Vincenzo Ramon II and Byroni Troilus de San Finzione.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you at all this week, Dearest One.” Helen told Maria.

“You have had other matters to see to.” Maria replied. “The country was fine. I think that apart from that one thing, the President has had a nice visit.”

Helen reached over and took her great-granddaughter’s hand.

“I just still wish you could have been a part of things.”

“The last time I got caught up in one of Great-Grandmama’s affairs of this nature, my car was destroyed by a tank. I was driving it at the time. Prior to that, I was kidnapped. I am happy to see to the country and guests while you take care of these things.”

Helen smiled. Nunzio Lombardi entered the room, dressed once more in the traditional outfit of a castle page for the signing ceremony. He carried another large oaken staff and loudly thumped the cobblestones of the paved path through the garden where President Balozi Faraji would emerge.

“I have got to establish a tradition of announcing official guests that isn’t so hard on the stonework.” Helen told Maria. She then smiled as the photographers turned their attention to the President’s entrance.

Balozi Faraji, first President of the Free African Nation of Uongo, entered the garden, the presentation box under his arm. His interpreter followed behind him. He had an expression that Helen wasn’t used to seeing on the faces of interpreters and didn’t recognize it at first. She realized that the look was job satisfaction, something people in his line of work often didn’t receive in her presence. But, because Faraji had spent most of the week with Maria instead of her, the interpreter had gotten to do some of his job while in San Finzione and wasn’t standing there bored like Helen was used to seeing.

Faraji approached a podium bearing the flag of Uongo. It flanked the table where the treaty was laid out and ready to be signed. Helen stepped away from La Familia Royale and approached an identical podium bearing the flag of San Finzione on the opposite side. A microphone was clipped to the lapel of Faraji’s interpreter, and the President spoke.

“In my country, we speak of life as a journey. And ours has been a hard one. There is no shame in admitting that one needs aid on a trek such as the one Uongo has taken. When that journey seemed too much to bear, we sought aid. And when it seemed all hands were turned away from us, one remained. And stayed with us through the darkness, offering more than thoughts and prayers for our plight. More than words of condemnation for our oppressors.”

Helen fought back tears. She needed a smoke but couldn’t have one because the world was watching. The guilt of having done The Thing to Faraji to get her way hammered into her. Troy forgave her because that’s what Troy always did. She’d have to live with it because that’s what she always did.

Faraji continued his speech. His interpreter continued translating into Italian.

“Now, we are through that darkness, and a new age dawns. Along the way, a great many of my people’s treasures were taken from us, but some few survived. Now that we are beginning a new part of our journey, where San Finzione shall walk with us as our ally rather than our benefactor, Uongo wishes to express our gratitude for the things that La Contessa has done for us on this journey.”

He opened the box and revealed the large diamond to the media. They brought the cameras closer. Helen saw Balozi squint and blink, still unaccustomed to having camera flashes going off in his face all the time. In addition to being Contessa, Helen also sometimes did tourism ads for the country and made the rare cameo in San Finzione Studios’ films. She had gained that ability to operate under constant bright lighting and ignore flash bulbs that celebrities acquired. Balozi still had things to learn about his new job.

“As we enter this shimmering new age,” Faraji concluded. “And in honor of La Contessa’s birthday tomorrow, it is my privilege to present her with The Star of Uongo. One of my people’s greatest treasures. It is our hope that the light which San Finzione shined for us will always shine back at her through it.”

He turned the box to face her.

“Contessa, it is my privilege to present you with this gift on behalf of the Uongoian people.”

“We gladly accept this gift.” Helen declared in Swahili, giving the interpreter a little more work. “When we saw the difficulties that lay ahead on Uongo’s journey, we knew we could not sit idle. We welcomed those who sought refuge from the ones who tried to impede you. And when they needed to be stood against, we were proud to stand with your people. We will happily continue to do so as we see what bright things the future holds for them. Holds for us. And we are grateful to hold this piece of your country’s past. And now, if you will join me in signing this treaty, that new age can begin.”

The room applauded. Faraji handed her the box. She accepted it and carried the stone to Maria, who would give it to Nunzio to return to the vault. She returned to the table and joined Balozi in signing the treaty that would begin the future they’d promised. Once the reception after was done, Helen turned him to Maria again. La Contessa had another matter which needed seeing to.

Tracy Baker and the group that La Contessa had named Baker’s Half-Dozen stood in the Throne Room of Castle Finzione. They faced the empty throne of the Reigning Monarch and awaited their fate. A pair of Ultimados flanked each exit to the room, and Helen’s friends stood at one side of the room, facing the door where she would emerge. A table bearing a number of long plastic cases was next to them. Supervisor Luc Allaine from Interpol stood with the group.

Luc leaned over toward Susan Bailey, who stood next to him.

“I understand that whatever happens, you have done all you can.” He told her.

“Helen wouldn’t have us all here if she was going to do something bad.” She turned to face him. “Your job’s been difficult this time around. You know it won’t always be like this, right?”

“Oui. I have seen this sword swing the other direction as well. My concern is that one day, my work may put me at odds with La Contessa. Because she is The House in San Finzione. And therefore, always wins.”

“You have us, Luc. Yes, Helen always wins. We’ll make sure it’s not one of those wins where everyone else loses.”

“I cannot always count on you three being here to see to this. In many ways, my job is easier in San Finzione.” He looked to the door. “And in many ways, it is more difficult.”

La Contessa entered the room, dressed in her robes of office and wearing her tiara. She held the Scepter of San Finzione in one hand and her cigarette case in the other. Silence fell over the room, punctuated by the clicking of her heels as she traversed the floor to her throne. Helen took her seat, lit a cigarette, and looked down at the defendants before her.

“I now officially hold court.” She told them. “You are Enemies of San Finzione and have thus foresworn your rights to legal counsel or trial by jury. Know that you face the highest law in the land. No judge may dispute my ruling this day and the punishment I assign shall be carried out immediately and without appeal.”

A long inhale and exhale of smoke, and Helen began.

“In light of your assistance with taking down Johannes Pretorius and your unknowing role in his scheme, we find you not guilty of the crime of Espionage. There is, however, still the matter of the theft of the Star of Uongo in the first place and your assault on the President and his guards. On that note, you’re pretty fucking guilty.”

Morris Sinclair and Gordon Walker looked down at the marble floor, Walker still standing on crutches from the beating Julie Equals had given him.

“Next, the GPR unit you stole from the Ministry of Science. We recovered that, undamaged except you broke the tracker; that’s Destroying Government Property. You got away with the unit, so there’s Theft of said Government Property. You assaulted a couple cops, but who amongst us can say they haven’t?” She raised the hand holding her cigarette toward her friends without looking away. “I wasn’t asking you, Troilus.”

Helen blew a smoke ring before continuing.

“Then, we come to the robbery on this castle. You trespassed on the Denti property and broke into the house. La Familia Denti were an important part of San Finzione’s history. Their home is an historical site. But since you didn’t steal anything there, we’ll call that Unlawful Entry on Government Property. You then entered the hidden tunnel into the castle. That passage’s existence is a state secret, and that’s enough for me to stick you in the darkest hole in the Baglio, but let’s come back to all the things you’ve learned that you shouldn’t have. You then used your knowledge of that state secret to infiltrate my home.

“Whereupon you burgled my safe, stealing my petty cash and a letter which contained another state secret, assaulted my person, and stole more of my property. It wasn’t the thing you wanted, but I commissioned my best friend to make the piece, so it still belongs to me. These are all Crimes Against The Monarchy, but because I, specifically, was your target, they carry a more serious charge: Direct Crimes Against La Contessa Herself. This is why you have forfeited your rights. You’re also responsible for the destruction of a centuries-old door that I was particularly fond of.” Helen looked over at Alice Mei with that statement. She looked away, but Helen saw her lips curl. “And you gassed someone who, although it’s one of those state secrets we keep coming back to, is, by blood, a member of La Familia Royale, thereby committing another Crime Against The Monarchy.”

Helen let the next drag roll out of her mouth in a cloud.

“But I can’t deny that this week has been enjoyable. I’m used to thinking I have to take care of everything alone. You picked a time when my family were gathered to back me up, and they made taking you down much more fun. We got back everything you stole, you cooperated with us on Pretorius, and you’ve shown me that you’re smart, capable people. The kind of people we like around here. So, as far as the things you’ve learned, I’m simply going to command you to never reveal them to anyone who doesn’t know. Basically, the people in this room, the Generalissimo, and a couple others I’ll introduce you to.”

They had no choice but to accept the command she’d given. No one outside this room would ever learn her secrets from them unless she said it was ok. They accepted this.

“Now,” Helen said with another long drag. “There’s still the matter of the criminal charges against you. It’s been entertaining, but you still fucked things up in my country. And if I let you go, you’re wanted in other countries for plenty of other things. Interpol is literally standing right there, waiting to nab you the moment I do.”

She used the cigarette as a pointer and gestured to Luc.

“You might not have noticed it, but he’s been fighting for you.” Helen continued. She turned to face Luc. “I’ve noticed, Luc. And isn’t it true, inspector, that if they’re already serving a life sentence in San Finzione, they can’t be extradited?”

“Since La Contessa makes the laws, it would entirely be her decision.” Luc stated. Helen turned back to the others.

“And I know what that decision would be. Therefore, Tracy Baker, Gordon Walker, Morris Sinclair, Oscar Dodge, Alice Mei, Spencer Malone, and Franz Hauber. You got 300 million to divide amongst yourselves from this job. Therefore, I sentence you to Life plus three-hundred million hours of Community Service.”

Alice spoke up at this.

“You’re gonna make us pick up trash FOREVER?” She asked.

“Not necessarily. You’re also talking to the person who gets to decide what constitutes Community Service. For a start, you’re all invited to my private birthday celebration tomorrow after the parade. But you’ll be cleaning up afterwards. In addition, I have a Study to decontaminate, and you already know about the secret passages, so I won’t have to wipe your memories after like I would if we brought in a proper HAZMAT crew. I trust you have some training in that department, Alice.”

She looked up again.

“I suppose I do…”

“And when you’re done with that, Tracy had a valid point. My Ministry of Science could certainly use you.” She turned to Spencer. “Same with the Ministry of Intelligence. I asked their hackers, and it turns out they’ve heard of Lone Star. Some of them have even gone after you. I’ve been down to Electronic Intelligence. Carlito has some cool people working with him. Susan likes going there with me.”

Susan and Spencer both smiled. Susan gave Spencer an “I told you so” look.

“In fact,” Helen continued. “All of you have skills that San Finzione could put to good use. Oscar, you know I own a movie studio, right? And they’ve got a makeup department that’s just aching for a legend like you to teach them a few things. Buffett’s cool and all, but how would you like to tell the grandkids you’re doing something real?”

“That sounds lovely.” Oscar said with a smile. “Not sure how they’ll feel about visiting me in your prison.”

“I’ve been thinking about that as well. Since this entire matter is now a state secret, I can’t just keep you all in the Baglio on work release without a reason. I mean, I’m La Contessa, I totally CAN, but I wouldn’t. I guess you’ll all just have to be my guests here at the castle until we can find suitable housing for you. It’ll also make your cleanup duties here easier. There’s my Study to clean up, the Grand Ballroom after the party.” Helen looked around the immaculate Throne Room. “Oh, and you’re gonna need to clean this place after we’re done.”

Tracy looked around at the spotlessly kept room.

“This place looks fairly clean, Contessa.” She commented. “Your staff do an excellent job.”

“Yes, they do.” Helen agreed. She nodded to the Ultimado closest to the table that her friends were standing near. He went to the plastic cases and opened them. “But they shouldn’t have to take care of the next item on the agenda: the whole ‘you fucking shot me’ thing. It wasn’t with a real gun, but that stuff in it was still bad. That matter needs to be addressed.” She turned to her friends. “If you could all see what Gabriel has in the boxes for you, I think it’s time to carry out the rest of the sentence.”

Her friends walked over to the boxes, saw what she had in mind, and took out the contents. Helen produced a paintball gun from under her robes.

The crew scattered. Morris tried to help Gordon hobble away on his crutches. Julie proved that her father had taught her to shoot as well as she could fight and nailed Gordon in the back of the head. A bright yellow explosion of color splattered his hair.

“Careful, everyone. There are some valuable antiques in here.” Helen warned as she shot Tracy in the chest. Oscar was the only one nobody shot at. The rest of the team were covered in multicolored splotches of paint. Alice ran behind a pillar. Franz joined her.

“How much ammo do you think she has?” Franz asked, paintballs smacking their cover. Alice heard them impact, free from the paint, but wondering how best to get it out of mahogany.

“A sufficient amount.” Luc said, stepping around the column and firing. Franz took one in the chest, and they ran for new cover as the room exploded in fleeing criminals and paintballs.

That evening and a change of clothes later, Tracy and Helen were on a couch in the outer sitting area of La Contessa’s bedchamber. The others had retired to their own rooms to let them talk. Jeanne Carpentier placed a cup of Earl Grey in front of Tracy and a cup of cocoa in front of Helen. As she left, Tracy noted Jeanne’s walk in the traditional French maid’s uniform she wore. When she looked back at Helen, Tracy noticed that she’d been doing the same. Helen spoke to cover her own noticing of Tracy watching Jeanne’s ass.

“Everyone settled in?” Helen asked.

“Oh, yes. The rooms are very nice and the Ultimados you have guarding us are quite polite.”

“You’re my guests, but you’re still prisoners.” Helen commented.

“I think everyone’s too grateful for your allowing us to live to try anything. Franz in particular, but not just yet.”

During the cleanup in the Throne Room, Helen had a word with the con man about his cocaine problem. Several words which included a command to stop using and get help.

“My command should take care of the mental and psychological parts of his addiction. The physical’s going to be entirely his problem.”

“It’s a shame you weren’t able to do the same for your…” Tracy started to say “parents” before realizing that she’d only been in the position of sitting down for a nice cuppa with La Contessa for the past hour and wasn’t certain if her biological family was a subject to bring up. Helen gave her a look that said it was all right.

“I learned how to do The Thing the night it happened.” Helen explained. “Wade had been locked up for what we thought was going to be the weekend. Troy & Julie just started teaching me and I snuck back in to get some clothes so I could stay another night and go to school with them in the morning. I got there just in time to see him do it. My first use of this power was to tell him ‘don’t move until the cops get here.’ Sometimes, I do think about how they knew the secret for two years before teaching me. You’ve read my bios, so you know Propappou. Troy was raised by a man who spent most of the 20th century safely handling explosives. Caution and responsibility are things that were bred into him. I know that he spent our pre-teen years debating himself about teaching it to me. With Julie pushing for it the whole time I wasn’t there. Troy’s always been concerned about what I might do with it. I’ve given him enough reason to not hold it against him. That’s why I contribute my ideas when I’m around for the ‘what if we one day have to stop Helen’ conversation.”

“And he gets to call you Helen. Just him.”

“Susan gets to because I wish I’d known her as long as those two. But yes, I’ve always been Helen of Troy and he’s always been Troy of Helen. It’s a thing.” Helen blew a long stream into the air. “You’ve been asking the questions; therefore, you’ve been controlling the conversation. I want to know more about you, Tracy. My first read on you was ‘Oh, good, ANOTHER psycho stalker.’ Getting on that list isn’t exactly booking a tee time on the Old Course at St. Andrews. But there’s more to you than that. I mean, there’s the vision board thing, however, you’re right there. I’m aware that I’m hot; Julie says that the name Helen has always suited me. So, I know you’re not the only one who does that.”

Tracy’s cheeks reddened. Helen reflected on how amusing it always was to embarrass a Brit.

“She’s quite an artist. She’d know beauty.”

“She’s been one her whole life. Who do you think was her first nude model?” Helen asked. “Susan’s got that job now.”

“And yet, she hasn’t displayed any of them.” Tracy commented. “Quite a tragedy.”

“You read the letter. Those works, that aren’t part of my private collection, are locked away with the same instructions I gave Susan: If I die, go ahead and profit from my death. Release the nudes, write a scathing tell-all. I’ve always liked doing nice things for the people I love. I WANT you to get whatever you can out of it. Jeanne, too. The woman who just served our drinks. I’ve read the first draft of her ‘What The Maid Saw’ story. It’s in French, of course, but that makes it hotter.”

Tracy scooted a little closer both to hear more and to get a better scent of Helen’s perfume through the smoke.

“That is a lovely scent.” She complimented Helen.

“I told the parfumier ‘Everyone says I smell like smoke, and that’s not stopping any time soon, so work with it.’ And they did.”

Tracy took that as an invitation to lean in closer and inhale a deeper scent. At this distance, it was only courtesy for Helen to do the same. She liked what she smelled.

“So,” Tracy asked breathily. “This power of yours. Do you ever use it for… fun stuff?”

“We call it ’enhanced seduction.’ Troy says that forcing ourselves on someone would be wrong, however, persuading them is called seduction and it’s how the human race continues existing. We help things along, but we never do anything against someone’s will. There’s one person, but that’s because being a mindless sex slave happens to be her fetish, so she asks us to do it. But yes, there’s plenty of consensual ways to enjoy The Thing. Susan’s always finding new ones.”

Tracy chose that moment to press her lips to Helen’s. Helen’s tongue met hers and their dance began.

“So, if someone else were to ask for it,” Tracy asked. “What would you do?”

Helen raised an eyebrow, accepting her challenge.

“Well, the first thing I’d do is tell them to stand up and start undressing.”

Tracy rose to her feet and began slowly obeying the command Helen had worked into the end of that statement. Helen stood and started doing the same.

“Ooh!” Tracy oohed, removing her bra. “I see where your friend gets it.”

“Here’s another one someone special likes. What if we were doing this… on a pirate ship? Go there now.”

Tracy’s perceptions shifted. Helen’s perfume was still there, but along with its scent came the salt air of the sea. The walls and ceiling shifted to be replaced by clear blue sky and deep blue sea. She felt the unsteadiness of the floor below her moving. Tracy looked down, and where carpeting had been before, now she stood on a floor of bare planks. The luxury accommodations of La Contessa’s chambers now replaced by the sights, sounds, and sensations of being aboard an old wooden ship at sea. She looked around in fascination. Helen took her hand and led her belowdecks to what Tracy knew was her bedroom but felt like the captain’s quarters of an old sea vessel.

“And how many filthy, lusty pirates will be watching us?” She asked.

“As many as you want.”

Helen gently pushed her onto the bed. Tracy laid back and raised her arms up to her head.

“A shame your cop friend probably left with the handcuffs.”

“Who needs them?” Helen asked. “Don’t move.”

Tracy tried to move but couldn’t. She gave a delighted squeal.

“I love it!” She told Helen. “Any fool can tie up your body with rope. Who can tie up your mind?”

Helen smiled. She proceeded to show Tracy other things that one could do with the power of mind control in the bedroom.