The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

4/11/01

The evolutionary adaptations of florae and faunae in Nature continues to astound me. Without a more complete understanding of the evolutionary steps taken to achieve the current state, it becomes nearly impossible to understand how certain things can exist in our world. It seems appropriate that today is April 11, for it seems it falls to me to give you the “411” on this fascinating species.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

My colleague, Dr. Dana Yi, and I, were taking botanical samples in an area of Guatemala that even the natives fear to tread, stating that those who enter never leave. Dana has never been one for superstition and wives’ tales, so we plunged ahead. Myself, Dana, our photographer, Sarah Arlen, our sketch artist, Mina Davenport, and two porters, Jaime and Enrique, though I never did learn which was which, blazed a trail into the untamed wilderness. Okay, I know it sounds trite, but I’m the one writing this, okay?

Four days into our journey afoot, near a mountain the natives refuse to allow me or anyone else to mention by name, we discovered a fascinating species of nettle. Dana approached it first, being careful not to let the fine hairs of the plant touch her skin. When she disturbed the soil near the nettle, a flower at its apex opened. Fascinated by the response, Dana was caught off-guard when the flower emitted a burst of some bluish, smokelike substance which dispursed almost immediately. When she did not move, I approached cautiously. Two minutes of questioning and trial-and-error revealed that somehow her higher brain functions had been affected by the substance, particularly those dealing with independent thought, free will, and initiative. As I was both team leader and medic, it was not difficult to impress on the others that I wasn’t to be disturbed while I did everything I could think of medically. She offered no resistance whatsoever to any instruction I gave her.

I wish I could say I was entirely professional throughout the ordeal. The fact of the matter is Dana was a very, very attractive young Asian woman of 26. A child prodigy, she had skipped every other grade, and had earned a college degree by age sixteen, and had been a leading botanist since then. Under the effects of the substance, most definitely a toxin of the inhaled variety, she was little more than the cover girl for “Listen and Obey Magazine”. (To the best of my knowledge there is no such magazine, but you get the idea) As I said before, she offered no resistance whatsoever. When I finished running my tests, there was nothing to do but stare at her lovely physique and debate over what to do.

I’m sorry to say, lust won out over discretion. Had I been thinking with my cranium rather than my penis I would have thought that maybe she would remember what happened afterwards. However, in less than twenty seconds, her casual attire was in a heap on the tarp which served as a floor. I discovered that even involuntary functions such as sexual arousal could be controlled in her, shall we say, altered state. I spent several minutes playing with her body. At my command, her nipples became the hardest I’d ever seen on a woman. Her vaginal opening glistened with moisture. I wondered aloud if I could make one nipple hard and one relaxed. Just like that, her right nipple deflated. I commanded her left nipple to become harder still. Just like that, more blood was pumped into the nipple, causing it to swell just a little more. I commanded her other nipple to follow suit, and it did, obediently swelling to the maximum physically possible. Finally I could stand it no more and lay her down. Her B-cup breasts were just right for her small frame, and her virginal slit was a wonder to deflower. I told her to orgasm silently with each thrust once I had gotten through that delicious barrier. She complied, her pliant mind causing her body to buck and thrash in ecstacy. I went over the edge, ejaculating with violent force within Dana’s luscious body. I realize this could get me fired, but I must be candid. She is sleeping now, and I know not when she will awaken.

4/12/01

Dana was awake with the sunrise. She did not seem to remember anything which had occurred while she was incapacitated. This is fortuitous. I may purchase a new diary in town and rewrite an expurgated version of this which could save my job or get me in worse trouble. Dana’s resistence to suggestion is noticeably diminished. I have asked the team to keep well away from the nettle for safety’s sake. I needn’t have repeated myself. Everyone avoided the plant like the plague.

Dana seemed quite willing to have a repeat performance of last night. She did not notice the lack of hymen as I slid into her willing tunnel this time around. We both made sure this was a completely consentual encounter and agreed there was no need for legalities to become involved.

4/13/01

The nettle is quite numerous in this vicinity. I find myself having to include an accident report in today’s entry. Sarah, our photographer if you recall, brushed against one of the nettles. She collapsed like a rag doll on the trail and I was quick to discover the wound. None of my wound-treatment techniques seemed to rouse her. Once in the privacy of the tent, her eyes opened with a single experimental command. Her eyes were as empty and vacant as any hypnosis victim I’ve seen on remakes of Svengali and Dracula...oh, very well, moreso. I thought people were exaggerating when they spoke of people’s eyes as becoming “glassy.” Now I know this to be untrue. Bouyed by memories of Dana’s amnesia, I commanded Sarah to rise and disrobe. Unsure of whether she was a virgin or not, I commanded her to perform fellatio on me.

I’m blushing as I write this, but I have no means with which to judge good fellatio from bad, since I have never had it. However, Sarah brought me to climax in record time. I cleaned her up and dressed her once more, and put her to sleep.

I exited the tent after righting my attire to find that Dana had tried to take a sample to study. Her second dose of the spray-substance had a similar effect to her previous exposure. With her already exposed, I was able to command her to finish retrieving the specimen, being careful not to allow the hairs to come in contact with her.

4/14/01

Sarah has yet to recover from the effects of the nettle injection. Examination of the specimen excised by Dana reveals the injected compound is more potent than the inhaled. Examination of Dana reveals her inhibitions and resistance are even more diminished than last time. She was quite amenable to serving as my medical assistant (which she would never do), and just as amenable to doing so in varying stages of undress. I kept the others outside “in case the specimen should spray again”. That explanation was sufficient to ensure complete privacy. Dana and I continued to explore our sexual selves this afternoon. She did offer a little resistence when I asked her for fellatio. I did not press the issue. I could have, I realize, but I didn’t.

4/15/01

Sarah remains in her...dare I say it...zombie state. Unable to resist temptation any further, I had her in all three orifices. I cleaned myself off after the anal portion using a moist towelette (water is strictly rationed for this expedition). Her long, red hair is a wonder to run my fingers through. She is quite beautiful indeed with flawless complexion, beautiful hair, jade green eyes which are beautiful despite the fact that they remain empty of all emotion, a cute little nose and breasts that strain her C-cup braziere.

Dana, it seems, has taken to heart my suggestion that she would orgasm silently with each thrust. She is now quite taken with me, and I dare say addicted to the pleasure I bring her.

4/16/01

The nettle shows its darker side. Apparently those posessed of the Y-chromosome cannot properly metabolize the toxin and it becomes lethal. Enrique disturbed a plant, causing it to spray. I know this one was Enrique because Jaime called the incident to my attention, mentioning the other by name. Enrique was in seizures when we arrived. I inserted my pocket comb between his teeth to prevent his swallowing his tongue. He was ramrod-rigid when we got him to the tent, and remains thus now.

Time of death: 18:02:06, April 16, 2001. His remains were placed in a makeshift coffin which we will transport to his home village for burial.

4/17/01

Jaime fell in a nettle patch today. He was gathering flowers from the trees when a monkey startled him and he lost his balance. The branch was relatively low. Cause of death was nettle injection. We found him by smell. None of the local scavengers would go near the nettle patch to attempt to ravage the body. Mina refuses to leave her tent. I lassoed one stiff arm with a rope made out of vines and dragged him clear of the nettle patch. I used thick gloves to ensure I would not get pricked by any hairs remaining on the body. Time of death is estimated at approximately 08:00 this morning.

4/20/01

We are officially trapped. During the three days it took to persuade Mina to come out of her tent, the nettles have spread to encircle the encampment. While out relieving herself, Mina disturbed a large group of the plants. They sprayed her simultaneously. I am unsure what such a large dose of inhaled compound will do to her.

Mina is a New Jersey native and the only decent-looking blonde I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Under the effects of the toxin, I was able to cause her unpleasantly thick accent to disappear. I also suggested that her erogenous zones were tenfold as sensitive as they had been before. I am curious to see what the lasting effects are.

6/22/01

I can see no way out. The nettle-circle around the camp is growing thicker. Dana was exposed to another spray-dose while scouting, but my command, it seemed, remained lodged in her brain and she returned to camp with her glazed expression on her face.

Mina has become quite the docile little pet. She seems always to be in a light trance state, and even responds to suggestions that are beyond what one would normally follow outside of trance. I have collected a great deal of the spray-compound in Mina’s perfume bottles. She offered no resistence when I suggested this, and even helped me burn the perfume-residue out of them. Mina now gathers plants for us to harvest, always careful to keep away from the hairs.

6/23/01

Experiment successful. I wish I could say it had some basis on our mission, but it doesn’t. Dana and Mina have received sufficient doses of the spray-chemical that they will now follow any suggestion given them. Even suggestions which alter their sexuality. I have often been curious about female/female relationships, and therefore made the pair bisexual, and lovers, though they would love me above all else, even their own lives. I watched them explore one another while the still-mindless Sarah pleasured me. If I must die out here in the wilderness, dying posessed of two devoted love slaves and one absolutely obedient sex doll isn’t a bad way to go.

ADDENDUM

I’ve just been awakened with a brilliant idea! This is so great I just have to write it down! The monkeys in the region stay well above the reach of the nettles...so we shall escape the same way! Unfortunately this means leaving the porters, but I believe the authorities will agree with me that the lives of those under my care come first. I will leave a GPS tracker on Jaime’s coffin so that any team wishing to come retrieve them can. I won’t stop them, but I won’t join them either.

6/24/01

It’s too hot this far down the slope for the nettles to survive. We haven’t seen one all day. The girls can’t keep their hands off me or each other. By tomorrow I hope to purchase a second diary in which to write my official report.

7/30/01

The military showed up shortly after my last entry. I had to give them the secret of the nettles and the distilled compound. I don’t know what they plan to do with it, but I’m taking no chances. I managed to keep one bottle of the compound hidden in Sarah’s boot, and I used it to recruit my own private army, for my own protection, just in case the military should decide I am no longer useful to them. The spray results in absolutely loyal femme soldiers, whom I put in command. Injecting the compound results in sexbots suitable to placate the male soldiers whom I actually have to pay, but can’t pay well because of my limited budget. The men share. The women—those with something of a will, anyway—come to me, their lord and Master. Dana, Sarah and Mina are my personal pets and stay in the house with me. I’ve got a few connections, and managed to set things up so that if I die, the secret to the nettles and the fact that the military has them gets emailed to every person in the world. Until then, it makes a good story, yes?