The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Heather’s mind was blank. Her senses enraptured by the terrible spectacle in front of her. Her spunky childhood friend Nico, being fucked by two dildos locked into her with a leather belt and...enjoying it. Her dear friend looked the same, acted the same...only now she was a slut and a slave.

“Yep.” She confirmed with a friendly smile. “The Enslaver did its magic on me alright. I belong to Master forever, like you will soon.”

No reaction from her soon-to-be sister slave. Nico let out a comprehensive sigh.

“Anyway, your restraints are good. You’re all set!”

“Aw, I’m sorry Hezzie. I hated it at first too. But the first time the programming really began to set it felt soooo goood!” She giggles, biting her lip. “Plus it turns you into such a slut, it’s hard to think about your old life when you cum twenty times a day you know? If Master didn’t want my personality to look normal, I’d totally be flashing right now. He he he!”

She looked just like the old Nico, chilling in front of a video game and having a great time, only she had a hand in her crotch, pushing the mechanical cocks further inside her.

“So yeah, I figure you’ll do about as well as I did...Resist just fine until the Enslaver modifies how you sleep, and then become more open each session. You feel so passive right after a good slavesleep. You just can’t reject how good the conditioning feels.”

“S...Slavesleep?”

“Yeah! Some kind of hypnotic dream, I dunno. It involves drugs but none I’ve seen in class...Look, all I know is, it feels awesome. Especially the slut training. Anyway! We’re a pair, and Master has broken me so you have to break too, okay? It gets lonely in the big house, and I don’t want that.”

“Nico, why...”

“Oh and Master will not make us bimbos. We’re supposed to be the cute lesbians next door. I’m jealous of His harem but I’m so glad we can give Him variation...besides, we’ll have each other.”

The short-haired brunette with a band-aid on the nose brought her face closer to Heather’s.

“I had already learned to cum hard just getting my slavebrain reprogrammed” She confessed in the wavering voice of a slut in heat. “And then Master tells me you’re my twin slave. I...I’m sorry but I came sooo hard when the slavethoughts came in! I mean, I don’t know why I was hoping they didn’t get you, I was already a slave, of course I wanted to share that with you...”

Her breath was heavy, hot...passionate. With a sense of dread, Heather looked into her fallen friend’s eyes...and was shocked.

“N-nico what’s wrong with your eyes?”

“I want to kiss you so much...I’ve fallen in love with you, for Master...”

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR EYES?”

How could Heather not noticed before? Poor enslaved Nico had pink irises with heart-shaped pupils. A beautiful yet disturbing reminder how deeply the punkish girl, beyond her normal appearance and demeanor, had been turned into a doting slave.

“Oh, right, I forgot!” Casually explained Nico. “When Master made me pledge eternal obedience, he said I would keep my body unlike the others, but he did send me under the knife to get slave eyes. They’re pretty, right? I can’t have big tits like the others but I’m glad I can still have proof of my obedience...”

“Nico...what have you become...this...this is too much...”

“Then it’s a relief Master wants us to be ourselves, right? I mean, he even gave us a house across his estate! We’ll have any book or game we want, and we just have to be his eternally loving slaves for that! Win-win!”

“B...being a slave isn’t a win...goddamit...”

Heather was in tears, unable to look away from the insane creature in front of her but desperate to see it go away. This was both her best friend and a puppet pretending to be. The connection to the reality outside this Hell and the proof she would never escape it. This smile...it was Nico’s, yet instead of being in thanks for life’s simple and humble joys, it celebrated the depraved pleasure of sex slavery.

“Ha ha ha man, we are so stupid when we’re free. Don’t worry, Hezzie! The Enslaver will redpill you hard.”

As if on cue, the door to light and freedom closed shut. Heather whimpered at the idea of being left alone with the monster in Nico’s skin. The subjugated girl did nothing, however, and the blonde was free to notice a pink light being projected on the opposite wall. She hesitated to ask what was this new trick as the light focused into the picture of a heart, but she really didn’t want to deal with Slave-Nico any further. But the doll did explain the heart’s purpose in a quivering, addled voice.

“Aaah...It’s time you learned how to slavesleep, sister...”

Nico knelt, breathing heavily. Colors flowed out of the heart. Wild, sharply contrasting colors, constantly shifting. It was heavy, intense...and kind of painful to look at. Heather looked up, but the projector reached even the ceiling. How did they do that? There simply was nowhere to look except the heart. But Nico was looking at it so intently...It had to be part of the enslavement process. Heather closed her eyes, intent on winning where her friend had failed.

But something was wrong. The blonde felt strange. Like she was floating away from her body. She didn’t feel the restraints, or the IVs in her back. Nothing but a kind of a pleasant dizziness. Was it the drugs Nico was talking about? What were they supposed to do? And...was that the sound of waves she was hearing?

“Aaah...”

Was she relaxing? Or just so focused or something she couldn’t feel anything else? But there was nothing to focus on...Well, maybe the heart. Wait, wasn’t she closing her eyes? She couldn’t feel her eyelids either. Nothing but the heart...It had swirling colors too, but they were subtle, soothing...It invited her gaze rather than repelling her.

“Hello Heather.”

She blinked.

“Wuh...whaaa...?”

A deep, soothing male voice was talking to her.

“Shh...Relax. Look at the heart.”

Heather couldn’t look away from the heart and had no idea how to react to the voice. She was so confused...

“The heart is who you are. It’s contentment. Happiness. You can use those right now, don’t you?”

The idea of being drugged was so far away now...She just floated, vaguely aware of something being wrong but too focused on the relaxing heart amid the stressful colors. It really was soothing somehow...and she could use that right now. Heather kept looking at the pink picture, letting her eyes close halfway, and drift away from the Hell she was in. Even the thought of resisting became something painful to escape from.

“You’re dreaming, Heather. You’re safe in this state. You can relax. The Master’s brainwashing will never reach you as long as you look at the heart.”

Heather recognized this was true. Her breathing hadn’t been steadier since the nightmare began. The man she heard was compassionate and warm...so far from the cold certainty of the slave voice. She was in a state of pure mind and the only sensation she felt was comfort. She moaned softly, as if to reply to the soothing voice.

“Yes, that’s it, Heather. This is your refuge. Sleep robs you of this wonderful relaxing feeling. You don’t want to sleep anymore, you have the heart...”

This was so nice. Healing, almost. Heather’s lips rose in a subtle smile. Yes, this was her sanctuary. Nothing would reach her here.

“Do you wonder how Nico did in the Enslaver, Heather?”

What did the honey-voiced man say? She was so relaxed it kinda went past her. The image of her childhood friend, wearing a double-dildo belt with a calm and content smile, came back to Heather. How did it happen, she wondered?

Just as the desired thought emerged in the subject’s mind, the heart on the wall began to show a video in night vision. Heather thought a moment this was a mirror, since it was a girl sitting in the Enslaver, but no...It was Nico, being fucked by the machines and pulling at the restraints with all her might.

Nico’s screams were silenced—they would likely have woken her successor from slavesleep. But her fear and revolt were readily apparent. She looked more combative than Heather had been, but that was hardly a surprise. Nico was sweet, but she certainly could be a little spitfire at times.

The video shifted. Pink light bathed Nico’s face. Just the shade of pink the heart had. The brunette closed her eyes halfway, completely relaxed. Then another shift. The light was gone. The sex machines were back on her chest and vagina, but while not going with it, Nico seemed too calm to fight. She let out small moans, listening to the Enslaver’s words with cautious curiosity.

“My beautiful Heather...” Said the sexy male voice. “You’ll see when you wake up...the treatment really isn’t so bad. And then...”

Next, Heather dreamt of her friend undergoing the sluttification phase. The naked silhouettes of a voluptuous bimbo and Nico went at it in front of her eyes. The brainwashing chair ravished her to the full extent of its power. Nico was blushing, her mouth open, contracting her stomach in synch with the delicious fucking.

The Enslaver showed Heather one last step in her friend’s descent into blissful slavery. Another learning phase...but this time, Nico stared intently forward, her mouth agape and trickling with drool. Her expression was one of pure awe. She wasn’t doing anything. She just listened, opening her mind to be kneaded and molded into the shape that befitted her station.

“Isn’t it exciting? You can see it in her face...she has let go of her former life. She’s letting the Enslaver in, letting it show her the way. Her values are changing...she begins to understand.”

Heather had no thoughts. Sleeping slaves don’t think. They only feel and absorb. And the blonde was absorbing her friend’s surrender, accepting it as a dream born of her psyche. And when the images faded from the heart, she was left just as relaxed as before.

“A beautiful dream, my beloved Heather. A dream of acceptance and becoming. Make it yours...follow her. Once you let the slavethoughts in, consider their meaning...You will understand how delicious it is to let me decide who you are.”

There was nothing but the heart and the soothing voice now. Heather didn’t mind. She felt wonderful. She could go looking at the heart and absent-mindedly listening at her dream boyfriend for hours.

The Enslaver recognized its victim had successfully entered the desired slavesleep state. The plain blonde girl had been right—forcefully injecting new values would only cause resistance. But the teachings were intended for a pliable girl, comfortable with her imprisonment and conflicted about her steadily growing inner slut. Conditioning Heather to assimilate the empty-minded, relaxing state of slavesleeping was the basis of her eventual transition from ordinary American girl to slutty, programmable sex slave.

The compound was very short lived, its usefulness limited to silencing the brain’s normal processes into a state close to REM sleep without actual loss of consciousness. The Enslaver delivered sedatives, narcotics and aphrodisiacs, but the slavesleep drug was the most important. Given as little time as three days, it could lull even the strongest woman into associating the brainwashing machine with a comfortable bed.

And so, after giving Heather a few hours to relax and recover, it thinned the flow of the hypnotic drug, dimming the heart and the distressing colors around it.

The heart disappeared, and Heather woke up. And for the first time since her capture, she felt genuinely relaxed.

How? She never even lost consciousness, it was just focused on the heart and the soothing voice. And yet, as the hypnotic drug wore off, the ordinary girl felt even better than if she just had a good night’s sleep. So much that she didn’t even mind the restraints. Wasn’t there a sexy guy’s voice, too? It didn’t even cross the poor girl’s mind that he could be the nefarious Master. Slavesleeping had completely taken the edge off her predicament.

Perfect time for a learning phase.

I am a slave. I shouldn’t fight my brainwashing because there is nothing to fight for. Master is just making me a worry-free, happy slave. It doesn’t matter if I’m plain—a sex slave gets way more action than even celebrities. I am happy to be a slave and I love the process of becoming one.

Being a slave isn’t scary. Being a slave is my life. If I’m a good slave and let Master make me submissive and horny, he will show me love and always fuck my hungry pussy. I’m about to become such a slut. I’ll be so wet all the time I’ll need dildo panties. I am a slave and a slut. I want it.

Heather did not think the slavethoughts were hers any more than before, but she was too calm to violently reject them. Was this Master dude so bad, she wondered? He never punished her, and seemed like he never would. He didn’t want her pain and her fear, he wanted her pleasure and her love. She was to be a treasured pet, not a victim. Without her justified anger at being turned into a sex toy, Heather really found the difference significant. Enough to appreciate it intellectually, if not morally.

Her cheeks were flushed. How? Curious about the Enslaver’s arguments as she had been, Heather hadn’t even noticed that it hadn’t deployed its fuck machines this time around. And...still, she was aroused? Even in the afterglow of slavesleep, Heather realized how twisted this was. Was she being injected with an aphrodisiac or...was she...

Was she a natural submissive?

The thought was dreadful, yet her emotions were still dulled, leaving her to contemplate the possibility on a purely intellectual level, as if she was reading a racy story revealing a prude character’s inner kinks. If she had submissive fetishes, it would only make sense for her to become the Master’s doting lover. Still...why wasn’t the Enslaver fucking her?

A hand caressed her belly. Suddenly, she knew why.

The dome around her head lit up with porn. Not any type either...lesbian porn. Heather recoiled as much as she could, repelled by the display of deviant sexuality. She saw Nico’s bandaided face beyond the pictures.

“Yep! Master put me in here to help your sluttification!” She said with a proud smile. “Why use machines when we can start being Master’s pet lesbian couple right away? Besides, I promise you, I’ll turn you into the horniest lesbo in the world!”

“Nico, no...please, anything but that...”

An aphrodisiac started to flow from the IVs on her back. Her budding arousal shot up, leaving the ordinary blonde all hot and bothered. The eager, happily enslaved Nico slid her tongue inside her fated lover’s moistening pussy.

“Aaauuugh no don’t don’t please...”

Even with a jolt of pleasure contracting her abdomen, and even in her compliant state, Heather felt nothing but anguish. Being programmed into morally abhorrent but tender and loving slavery was one thing. Being lesbian-raped by her best friend was another entirely.

“Hmmm your pussy’s so yummy Ezzie...Hurry up and turn so you can taste mine too...”

“No, dammit...” Pleaded Heather in a wavering voice. “Come to your senses, you...you can’t possibly be that far gone...”

Heather couldn’t look away from the cornucopia of porn unfolding before her eyes. The student librarian found normal for homosexual couples to have the same rights as everyone else, but she would never count herself into their ranks. She was straight, and girl-on-girl sex was simply offensive to her body. Yet neither Nico nor the Enslaver would let her come down.

The aphrodisiac kept her horny even in the face of the lesbian porn. Nico passionately made sure her friend’s body assimilated how pleasant it was to be a dyke. Beautiful sex kittens wriggled on screen, lapping wet funboxes and sucking on huge fake tits. Flashing words ordering the shy blonde to cum. Heather cried out, resolute to at least make it out of this hell as a straight sex slave. But she knew her trusted friend sucking on her clitoris with cute moans was only the start. Among the porn, a picture stood out. Herself and Nico, cuddling and kissing in a double bed. Her friend wore the “2 slutty 4 life” haltertop. She herself wore a pink, tight-fitting t-shirt emblazoned with “I’m so gay I can’t even think straight”.

This was too much. Unable to vent via anger in her forcibly calm state, the blonde simply broke down. Revulsion made way to stillness. She felt herself drift away from the sickeningly intense pleasure Nico’s loving tongue brought her. Drift away from despair. To happier times...

“Heya Ezzie!”

Nico was sitting in her bean bag chair, greeting her with a large smile. Her student pad was kind of a mess as always, but Heather didn’t mind. She looked at the old TV.

“Hi Nico. I heard you screaming from the hallway. What are you playing?”

“Hyrule Warriors. And, yeah, I lost it. Those damn adventure maps can be annoying as hell.”

The chemistry student didn’t let it get to her, though. She blew a bubble and crept to the side of her chair. Heather joined her and let out a happy sigh as her friend resumed playing.

“So, have you thought about it?” Casually asked the blonde.

“About what?”

“Well, you know, the trip.”

“Ah!” Nico smiled. “Yeah I did, actually. If Japan’s too expensive, why not try Hong Kong? They have some pretty kickass temples.”

“Hong Kong, huh? Yeah, why not...”

Heather put the thought into a corner of her mind and just watched Nico play for a while. Much to the peppy brunette’s chagrin, she had never really gotten into these things, but she liked to simply spectate. After a hard day of classes and cramming, there was something soothing to watching her carefree friend waste thousands of goblins with a weird tiny guy in a green jumpsuit.

Yes. So soothing...She was with her friend. Not a care in the world. No drugs, no enslavement. Just her and Nico. If she could just stay in this reality of the mind, everything would be alright. Everything...

“You know what?” Suddenly uttered Nico. “Fuck this.”

She turned around, grabbed her head, then gave Heather a deep, sensuous kiss.

“I’m in love with you, Ezzie.”

Heather was back inside the dark room. Nico was kissing her for real. She had left her pussy to ride on her immobilized body and kiss her. Heather’s mind scrambled to defend itself again but found itself quite subdued. The blonde felt her friend’s smooth skin, her quickening heartbeat. Her short, bobbed hair obscured the offensive porn and left Heather to focus on the sensations. She came to realize that Nico’s love was genuine.

“I’ve always loved you, I just knew you wouldn’t never accept me...I’m so glad Master chose us so I can show you my love...Ezzie, please, don’t go insane...Don’t resist and leave me behind...”

Tears of distress trickled from Nico’s cheeks to Heather’s as the brunette connected their lips again. The kiss was hungry but sweet and affectionate. This wasn’t the kiss of a sex slave. The Enslaver didn’t just destroyed her freedom and dignity—it had genuinely made her fall in love with her childhood friend.

Heather envisioned Nico sitting in the sinister chair, drooling and being forced to orgasm at nude pictures of her. “I am a slave” running through her head over and over. Her heart and soul slowly caving in. Her childhood friendship for heather turning into an unrequited crush only her wonderful and loving Master would let her act upon.

She imagined her accepting this lie in earnest, her new notions of trust built by the brainwashing. Unable to choose to resist because the Enslaver had changed parts of her progressively until her every instinct was that of a loving servant. And, finally, emerging from the dark room, a fully re-educated slave yet still herself. Heather wondered why she had thought of her as a monster. It was obviously her friend, just...it couldn’t really be said “improved” but...yeah?

“I can’t live if you don’t give in and become my sister slave, please...”

Heather did not recoil at the contemplation. She had crumbled to the point of reliving the past, but Nico’s loving embrace had brought her back. It wasn’t sex...not really. It was warmth. A moment of sincere comfort that brought Heather’s mind back in the chains of the chemical relaxant.

Nico broke the kiss, careful of not hitting the glass dome. Heather didn’t smile but looked like she could at any second. She had that pleasant, far-off look...She was open again. And she had tasted what was to become her new sexuality.

With a smile, the loyal slave left Heather’s lap, giving a brush to her heaving breasts as she did. She knelt down and marveled at her glistening pussy. So beautiful, so perfect...truly, only her Master outshone it. But then again, Master was so perfect he made even a stone-cold lesbian slut like her sopping wet.

She licked Heather’s funbox with tender love, sliding her tongue between its folds, and smiled as it started quivering. The blonde didn’t appreciate the lesbian porn, yet, but she could no longer ignore the aphrodisiac pouring in her veins along with the old-fashioned buzz following a tender kiss.

“Aaah...hmm...Nico...”

No “we aren’t slaves”. No “you are straight”. Just Nico and sweet, high-pitched moans. The machine detected her open state. It did not wonder why human contact and a kiss could have opened her more than a mind-breaking orgasm. It merely acted on it, switching off the porn and subjecting its ward with another lesson.

I am a slave. My life is full of pleasure and love and I just have to be obedient to earn it. I don’t need to flirt and be uncomfortable anymore because I already know Nico is the love of my life. I can’t get enough of her yummy pussy. I am a slutty lesbian slave and I can play with my Nico all I want. I just have to be bi for my Master. I don’t mind because he’s perfect and wonderful. I want to know more about my Master.

Heather stared forward, mouth agape. After so much confusion and borderline madness, she was impressed with being able to think that clearly. The thoughts no longer felt alien to her—in fact, they were quite comforting. She certainly did need some structure, lest Nico’s delicious pussylicking drive her wild.

“Nico?” She asked in a high-pitched, breathy voice. “What is Master like?”