The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So how’s the veal?” Frank smiles as the maitre’d brings out another bottle of wine.

“It’s...it’s actually very good.” Tracy shrugs as she chews.

“I thought you’d like this place.” Her date gestures grandly. “Do you know how long it takes people to book a reservation?”

“How long?”

“Six months. And I got it in two days.”

Tracy’s jaw drops.

“Two days? How’d you manage to pull that off?”

“Let’s just say I owed a good friend a favor.”

“What? Did you hook him up with an alarm system or something?”

“It’s not important.” Frank laughs it off. “What matters is I’m here with you.”

Tracy smiles.

As the maitre’ d pours the vintage Margoux into their big bottom glasses, Tracy tries to remember what she was about to say, but she draws a blank. No one can blame her, after the hectic day she’s had. She sighs and looks at an object in the distance, attempting to gather her thoughts before they fly away.

“Something wrong?”

“My brain is cooked.” She smoothes out a crease in her sleek black dress.

“I told you, you should’ve cut back your hours.” Frank shows a face of concern. “Did you call that professor like I said?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Slow down!” He leans back. “I can’t have one of my brightest employees turning into a vegetable on me.”

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Tracy sighs.

“Any progress on the woman?” Frank chews his veal slowly.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Tracy grabs the opportunity to steer the conversation towards a more serious avenue. “I checked all the company databases. Nothing. All I have to go on is that photo. She’s like a ghost.”

“Maybe her information wasn’t in the database.” Frank shrugs.

“How could her information not be in the database if she’s an employee?”

“I’m just saying.”

Tracy glances at him.

“You’re not telling me the whole truth, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” Frank is shocked. “I’d never keep anything from you.”

“When I was doing research I came across some encrypted files on the company network.”

“That’s just standard operating procedure and you know that.”

“How can I be expected to do my job when you’re keeping information from me?”

Frank rolls his eyes.

“Look into my eyes.” She places her hand on his. “Do you trust me?”

Frank tries, yet all he can focus on is the jade earrings swishing gracefully on her earlobes. They look so ancient and mysterious...yet so beautiful. Their brightness is blinding. Where did she get them? A trip abroad? A gift from a friend, perhaps even a lover?

“Earth to Frank. Earth to Frank.”

The CEO snaps out of his reverie.

“Yes.” he nods.

“Then I’m going to have to have access to those files.”

“Sorry...your earrings reminded me of something an old army buddy of mine told me.”

“Huh?”

“This was a long time ago...before I was a businessman, even.” Frank takes a sip of vino. “This friend of mine had just done his tour of duty after the First Gulf War and he’s backpacking across Asia, staying in hovels in Bangkok, Tokyo, that kind of thing. So anyway, he’s teachin’ at this school in Chinggong, and one day when he’s walking through the city he sees this pretty girl just going about her business. She wasn’t just beautiful...she looked like a goddess. I mean, her skin was almost white and she was sculpted like a porn star or something. Come to think of it, she had something just like what you’ve got. Except it was a necklace instead of earrings.”

Tracy shifts uncomfortably in her seat. What?

“So? He was a chauvinist.” She dismisses the story with a flick of her wrist.

“You didn’t let me finish.” Frank points at her with his fork. “So he started asking around, and a local villager asks if she was wearing this earring. He nods. Turns out, according to local legend there was a certain magical cave where this jewel bed resides. Any woman who comes into contact with the gems instantly becomes beautiful, and any man who comes into contact with her falls under her spell unless the curse is broken.”

“I’m beat.” Tracy feigns tiredness.

“You want to crash at my place?”

“I’m fine.”

Moments after the check is paid Frank’s limo escorts her back to her apartment. Tracy steals one last glance at him before walking up the steps.

“Can you get me the password tomorrow?”

“You have my word.”

High atop a multistory building in the city’s business district, 023980 braves the cold as she stares at the gleaming building several yards away, binoculars in hand. As moonlight strikes paines of glass, it occurs to her that the surrounding environs would make a perfect backdrop for a postcard—Boston, get ready for your close up. . It’d fool the tourists for sure. Maybe even a few of the jaded locals.

But she knows better.

She can’t put her finger on why exactly—but somewhere deep in the bowels of that shiny edifice something important was taken from her, replaced by something foreign within herself, as if her body had been invaded by rogue aliens that trained her mind and bent her to their will. All that’s left is the remnants of her programming, demanding her to obey. Her crotch becomes moist just thinking about it.

023980 strains against the temptation to pleasure herself, despite bittersweet memories the thought brings up. Though she’s effectively closed the door on the only family she’s ever known, she still remembers the good times she had together...

Going on missions was only second to pleasing Frank and the boys in her view, and as far as she knew she only existed to please. The assassinations she participated in only reinforced the devotion she had, but she never got off on them. As far as she was concerned, she was only protecting her family from threats, but late at night she sometimes wondered if the unarmed civilians were really threats at all.

But if she had a former life, she doesn’t remember it. Her earliest memories are of herself ascending out of the goo. To this day she still gets chills thinking about the climate control room where she was “birthed”. She took to training almost immediately, immersing herself in the virtual reality simulations that were offered her. Before long she was sucking cock for real, yet she never gave a thought to the subliminal voices stripping her will away—she reveled in the loss of her independence.

Occasionally there’d be a flicker of an image here, a stray thought there. But she never paid attention to them. Yet as the training grew more complicated, the programming became more and more sophisticated. 023980 struggled to keep up, yet the grip Divinex had on her continued to expand.

At first, she was disappointed when Frank chose her to be part of the hit squad. She didn’t mind being fucked with. But this other thing...that was different. Nevertheless, she went along with it in the name of protecting her “family”. The last one, though...she didn’t understand why he had to go.

A tincture of pain crosses her face. Had some part of her programming malfunctioned that day the resulted in her decision to let the young man walk away? A part of her wishes it were so—anything not to feel so ashamed for committing the ultimate sin.

As she dwells on the past, the achiness in her loins grows. She fights it as best as she can, balling her fist. She bites her tongue .Yet the urge to give in only increases. Conceding to the inevitable, 023980 slumps against the wall and rubs herself through her jeans. The intensity of feeling is magnified with each circular motion, bringing her close to the edge of pleasure. She comes as she arches her back, climaxing in a primal scream.

As she recovers her breath, she spies a dot moving on the ground below. The object is indistinct at first, yet as she brings the binocular closer, she notices it is anything but. She watches as the redhead walks to her car, completely oblivious to the stranger observing from above.

Could this be the woman in her dreams? Who knows? There is only one way to find out, and until she knows more about this girl, she’s running down every lead she can get her hands on.